A blank stare fixed on the ceiling fan spinning around and around
Along with countless thoughts weighing my head down
Ears red and hot, here comes the frustration
My stomach growls silent, appetite built of determination
Off goes my mind to the land where I dream
Success is my drug of choice in which of that I feen
With that I continue to search for my next fix
I need every bit even the residue I lick
I love the high and the higher I look to get
Will be another trying to convince me to quit
Discourage me you try; bring me to the ground
But here still I am watching the fan go around and around.
_Sugar.
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